She’d been humiliated in the Michigan primary the night before, a loss that not only robbed her of a prime opportunity to put Bernie Sanders down for good but also exposed several of her weaknesses. How could she have been left so vulnerable? She knew — or at least she thought she did. The blame belonged to her campaign team, she believed, for failing to hone her message, energize important constituencies and take care of business in getting voters to the polls. And now, Jake Sullivan, her de facto chief strategist, was giving her lip about the last answer she’d delivered in the prep session.

“That’s not very good,” Sullivan corrected.

“Really?” Hillary snapped back.

The room fell silent.

“Why don’t you do it?”

The comment was pointed and sarcastic, but she meant it. So for the next 30 minutes, there he was, pretending to be Hillary while she critiqued his performance.

Every time the Yale lawyer and former high school debate champ opened his mouth, Hillary cut him off. “That isn’t very good,” she’d say. “You can do better.” Then she’d hammer him with a Bernie line.

So I checked out at "MOAB" and haven't been keeping up with the news or the politics board. But this morning I'm hearing that Chaffetz isn't running for reelection and Fox News is about to fire Bill O'Reilly. (Plus Alex Jones is about to lose custody of his children because he is a crazy person.) I'll take good news where I can get it.

Given that the subtext is that his ex-wife is a comparatively normal person (whatever political leanings she may have), I'm fascinated by the question of how anyone might get into a relationship with Alex Jones in the first place.

So O'Reilly and Chaffetz are both basically gone on the same day. Apparently I got genie wishes at some point yesterday morning and the genie found an "I don't actually have to tell him" loophole. Given that the president didn't fall into a dumpster filled with used syringes at the exact same moment as being informed that he's going to Buttstuff Jail, I can only assume I inadvertently wasted my third wish on a sandwich or something.